Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Morning Poetry

I was having bad dreams
I was inconsolable

But each day I woke up
I saw beauty again

And because I needed somewhere to go
When everything else seemed bad

I took all the things
That were good in my life

And put them together
In a special place

I called it Earth
And put you there

2 comments:

  1. Is this you? You wrote this?

    Because this might be a poem about me.

    I might need to copy it and frame it and read it to Bec.

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